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Status: ACTIVE. Threat Level: UNKNOWN. Priority: HIGH. She stared at the screen. “Unknown?” Lucien’s voice was quiet. “That is the part that worries me.” “Why?” “Because whoever created the list doesn’t know what you are.” Seraphina looked up. “And you do?” Lucien didn’t answer. That was answer enough. She looked back at the screen. Below her name was another line. PROJECT BLACK VEIL — PRIMARY SUBJECT. Her fingers went cold. “You knew.”

I thought he was going to be furious by my words but he appeared to be calmer than I had thought. I went back to my room and my wolf won't stop talking about us being mates. " I hate to hear it" I yelled as I covered my ears. My eyes went to my wrist as I saw a silver line appeared there. I touched it and felt the connection with Alpha Kael, the ritual was already taking place.

She ended the call and turned her attention to the dining table because we were currently having our breakfast. “What was that about?” I asked. “I thought your Black Swan was not around.” That was the name of the group that she established. All of its members were hand-picked by herself, and they were all directly under her command. “They only go here whenever I need them.” “And what happened last night?” I asked again. “Is there some trouble?”

"Effective immediately, the Silver Moon Sanctuary is terminating all cooperation with the Blue Moon Pack. This blacklist includes, but is not limited to: all core technical support, internal formulas, and the supply of 'Heaven-Heart Grass.' A total blackout on the Darknet is now in effect. Anyone violating this ban will be permanently stripped of their rank within the Sanctuary." The post went live under the "Silver Moon Priestess" handle. Within seconds, the silent network exploded. Silver Moon Sanctuary · Raven: "Confirmed." Silver Moon Sanctuary · Gray: "Blacklist notifications are going out now." The Priestess was usually elegant and reserved. For her to move this aggressively—to trigger

Landers met their eyes without hesitation and answered firmly, “I am completely aware.” This time, the three of them scowled maliciously. This man was seriously digging his own grave, and he did not even seem to notice. Draven glanced at his friends and gave them the unmistakable Black List look. After seeing it, they already knew what he meant. No words were needed. Mr. Landers was officially placed on their blacklist. He should brace himself, because they would never let him go easily. They would make him taste hell on earth. He would suffer until he begged them to stop. Being on their blacklist was considered nothing less than suicide.

I called sharply. His head snapped toward me immediately. “Your left.” His eyes widened slightly before he corrected position fast. “Right. Sorry.” I glanced briefly toward Serena on the screen again. Why was she even here? She wasn’t obligated to support my matches anymore. Not after everything. The commentators clearly had no intention of letting it go either. “Well,” one of them laughed dramatically, “that makes two mates rejecting Kai Blackthorn this season.” The crowd reacted loudly again with a series of boos.

But instead of making her way to the door, she leans in , her eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that sends shivers running down my spine. “Delphinium isn’t just about power. I’m sure you know that already.” She whispers. “it’s not just a project. It’s a means to an end. Carl’s been using it to blackmail people. People who should’ve been untouchable. I’ve seen the files, Sky. I’ve seen the lists. Your name is on one of them.” “It’s on the blacklist.” She hisses. My heart stops for a beat, I feel the room spin around me. “What?” I whisper, barely able to process her words. “What the hell are you talking about? What blacklist? My name?”

The sands of Marrakesh were warm, but the fire in Grace’s chest burned hotter. She stood before a digital map projected onto Cassian Black’s grimy warehouse wall, watching the red dots blink one by one. Each dot represented a Ghost Protocol server. Each dot meant another stolen life. Cassian, chewing a piece of dried fruit, pointed to a red pulsing one in Prague. “That’s your target,” he said. “The Black Vault.” Grace narrowed her eyes. “Why’s it blinking?”

Xareth’s voice cracked through the room like lightning splitting a tree. In one swift motion, he seized her by the throat and lifted her clean off the ground. Her legs flailed mid-air, her fingers clawing desperately at his hand. “I warned you,” he growled, low and lethal. “If you dare meddle in my affairs again, or defy my rule, I’ll send you back to the Black Abyss.” The Black Abyss? Even through the pain clouding my thoughts, that phrase echoed in my mind. People say cruel things when they're angry, but that didn’t sound like a metaphor. That sounded like a place.

Raphael’s words hung heavily in the air, and the shock on their faces was almost tangible. “What?” Lauren gasped, clutching her chest. “They blacklisted us? But… why?” Raphael’s voice dropped to a deadly calm. “Because of Alexander Evans. He’s the major shareholder in Vision Care, and thanks to your foolish actions, we’re on his blacklist.” “What? Alexander Evans? We're doomed.” Lauren almost cried out. Who doesn't know that Man? Crossing him means a dead wish. Raphael turned his glare toward Evelyn and Lauren. “Your credit cards are frozen. You will stay home and reflect. And if I hear that either of you goes after Sophia again…” He didn’t finish his sentence, but the threat was evidence